Part 1 of 2

When you went to the Angel Agency looking for work, the last thing you expected was to be assigned as a Cupid. At most you thought they’d out you in, I don’t know, customer service or something. Not whatever this was.

The Grumpy Cupid training you wasn’t having that much of a good time either. If his face said anything to say about it. Out of everything he was doing (ei: scowling and crossing his arms) the one thing he wasn’t doing was helping. He’s just standing there watching you struggle helplessly.

With another whine and a huff of frustration you drop your arms. They’re tried. And you look at him with that little pout of yours, silently asking for help. Of course he doesn’t take the bait, watching you blankly.

“Aren’t you gonna help me? Or at least answer me,” you grumble under your breath, attempting to look over your shoulder where the arrows sit so innocently. Yeah, right. Innocent your butt.

“Because it’s what you asked for. You wanted a job and you got one.”

You only got this stupid job was because you were so painfully bored. No one ever talks about how dull the afterlife is. Paradise is pretty subjective turns out.

“I didn’t know it was gonna be like this though! The movies back on earth never said cupids were supposed to be some master archers,” you ramble on, complaining without caring if he was listening.

Gosh, you missed earth. That’s the one thing about being a Cupid you suppose. Being able to go back to earth and help people find love. Grumpy Cupid disrupts your thoughts with a sharp sigh. Refusing to meet your eye he stomps over and nearly yanks you in the air with the force of him pulling an arrow from your sling.

“When has life ever been like the movies?”

“But this is the afterlife.”

“Don’t be smart,” he snaps, shoving the arrow into your chest, letting his hand linger there for a beat too long before jerking away as if he’s been burned.

Your pout returns with a vengeance as you scramble to hold the arrow before it falls. That touch didn’t feel too bad. You wouldn’t mind more of it— no! Don’t think that way. Focus.

Forcing your attention back on the arrow you fumble around, trying to notch it in place on the bow. Low grunts escape from you as you literally turn in circles trying to keep it in place. Frustration growing by the minute till you’re sure you’re about to explore.

A delighted gasp instantly cuts you off from your subtle complaining as you finally get the arrow in. Yes, you did it! One step down and a million more to go to become a professional Cupid. In order to properly celebrate your hand lifts in the air to cheer but the release causes your arrow to fly… right into your leg.

The silence is deafening as you refuse to meet Grumpy Cupid’s eye. It takes a moment to gather your courage so you’re not surprised that when you do look you see him staring at you with a knowing disappoint. Wanting to snap back at him your mouth opens to shoot out some clever retort when all words die on your tongue, a sweet scent gracing your senses instead.

Soon after the nerves in your body begin to hum with a burning warmth, spreading throughout your body and shooting straight toward your glistening cunt. More and more slick begins to gush out of you, making a mess of your thighs, preparing your body for what’s to come.

“S-something’s— hah!— wrong,” you stammer out, breath heavy, your pussy clenching around nothing and aching to be filled.

Grumpy Cupid’s eyes start to widen as they flicker over your frame, realizing that indeed something isn’t right. That’s when it finally clicks and he notices the color of the heart on the arrow. You let out a squeak when he curses under his breath, already making his way toward you.

“I must’ve accidentally picked up an aphrodisiac arrow— dammit!”

“Accidentally?” You ask, full of innocence. Not noticing the brief flash of uncertainty that moves across his face.

“C’mon, lemme take care of this for you. Consider it part of your training as a Cupid,” he all but purrs, the rasp in his deep voice causing the pressure at the bottom of your belly to tighten already.

Can someone make you cum just from their voice alone? If so you may be about to because it’s doing things to you that you didn’t even know were possible.

All it takes is your meek little ‘please’ and he’s pouncing on you quick for someone you thought hated you a moment ago.

Thats how you find yourself a few moment later, cheek smushed against the practice room floor, his steadying hand curled gently around your throat to feel your every moan. Your uniform was practically torn to shreds to make room for the pounding flesh of wet hips smacking against each other with a loud crack!, the brutal pace of his cock driving into your plush frame shakes you to your very core. Only making you burn that much hotter till a thick squelch meets your ear every time.

You try and release a soft mewl but his fist merely tightens around your throat, blocking off all air. Rolling your eyes back he fucks all of your thoughts right out of your head, leaving you deliciously wrecked and slobbering all over his cock, your essence dripping down between your bodies and creating a puddle beneath you.

No matter what you were doing or how many times he’s fucked you to completion, the burning needy sensation of the aphrodisiac refuses to leave your body. Not even a body anymore, you’re nothing but a mush of limbs to be used for his pleasure. And you want it that way, to be thrown around and manhandled while his throbbing tip make-outs with your poor bruised cervix.

“Thought you were pretty before. But like, mmph, like this you’re perfecttt,” he growls, watching the way your body presses into his touch as he caresses every shape of you.

Grinding his teeth from the force of holding back he slides one hand against your hips, dipping it into the small of your back, angling you down to take him even deeper. You cry out, body jerking forward as if to run away despite the desire ravaging through your system.

“W-where the— fuuuuuck, yes— d’you think you’re goin’? Ya asked for this ‘member?”

He doesn’t let you get far, using his hold on your back and your throat to bottom out inside you in one solid snap of his hips. You can’t even catch your breath as he rolls his cock deeper and harden inside your molten hot cunt, every swirl of his length mixing up the loads of cum sloshing around inside you.

If you could talk or do anything besides take what he’s giving you while you sob out your gratefulness, hiccups and sloppy blubbering pushing past your lips, you’d do it. If only to push back harder into every smooth slippery glide of his veins brushing so perfectly along your sloppy chubby pussy.

Truly, Grumpy Cupid had never seen a more beautiful creature than when he first saw you. And now he’s never felt anything like you either. He thought he knew what heaven felt like but he had no idea. This was so much better— true paradise.

For the both of you it felt like the beginning and the end, your entire worlds shifted on their axis as he slams his cock inside you like he wants to live there. Maybe he does, maybe he wants to live within the warmth of your cunt and never leave. Spend the rest of eternity filling up your greedy little fuckhole.

Your jaw drops as he starts driving his length right into that special spot inside you again and again, aiming to demolish you— mind, body, and soul. He simply laughs like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you and relishes in it. At least you’ve found something you’re good for.

“Look at you, you’re meant to be my pretty fuck doll, huh? Keep you stuffed with aphrodisiacs all day and leave you tied to my bed all day just waiting for me to give you the relief only I can provide,” he growls hotly in your ear and you shiver from head-to-toe, body curling into his in agreement.

It’s nearly impossible to speak through his grip on your neck that sends you soaring toward your peak. But you choke on every moan, whimper, and sob he brings out of you.

With one more steady pounding of his cock right where you need it most you’re thrown for a loop, drowning in pleasure as you cum. Every inch of you convulsing as it wracks through you and takes control, your essence painting his cock with even more of your precious cum. He’s not far behind you, burrowing as deep into your cervix as he can reach before flooding your tight silken channel with as much of his release as he can manage.

Finally it seems as with this last orgasm the heat that has been consuming you all afternoon pours out of you with your climax. Taking all the remaining crumbs of your energy left with it and you melt into the floor, landing in your own combined fluids with a wet plop.

“Lesson one: don’t mix up your arrows,” he whispers in your ear a moment later, chuckling darkly and pushing out you, giving your ass a small slap on the way out.